Adaptation. Of course. Scout didn't know what the limits of such a power were, but he figured there musn't be many of them or why would they tell him to let loose on some man in a large, otherwise unoccupied room? That was kind of a relief, anyway. Obviously, they didn't expect him to kill anyone. He was just supposed to... give the guy a run for his money, apparently.
Scout watched, his face blank, as the man before him cracked his neck and promised not to go easy on him. He rolled his eyes. Scary stuff.
"I'm not sure adapting will help you offensively."